theoretically.

People in Toronto laugh at my cell phone.  They chuckle and say things like, ” Look at that, you still use one of THOSE! Good for you.”  This usually happens while I’m slowly clicking my way through a short text message that’s probably barely legible because I forgot to hit “7″ four times to make an “s”.

Whatever, everyone on the Ossington bus, my phone is keeping it real.

Here is me making a phone call from the stone age:

get that hair out of your face young lady

Also, this is probably the last time you’ll ever see that ugly basement background on a webcam pic. I’m moving in a week, and I really can’t wait to never again accidentally punch the ceiling while putting on a t-shirt. Smell you later, spray-on stucco.